Today is December 10. I remembered yesterday that today was December 10, but when I woke up late this morning, I was running late to my first class (as usual) so I ran out of my room and to class. (I showered and made my bed lol). So I forgot that it was December 10 today. During my second class today my friend Amber asked if I was sad because Aderike (a fellow Loyola girl) was. I wasn’t. I believed that after ten years, I wouldn’t be sad. And I wasn’t. Then this afternoon after work at 5pm, I went on Facebook. I saw several tributes to the 60 Angels, and my heart was broken. Does time really heal the wounds of grief, or do we learn to deal with the pain differently? That’s a question for another day.  Anyway, that wasn’t what hurt me the most. I am most pained because I am losing some of my memories of the sixty angels, and it’s freaking me out. I remember that there was this SS1 …

  The Lord makes firm the steps     of the one who delights in him;  though he may stumble, he will not fall,     for the Lord upholds him with his hand. I was young and now I am old,     yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken     or their children begging bread. They are always generous and lend freely;     their children will be a blessing. Turn from evil and do good;     then you will dwell in the land forever. For the Lord loves the just     and will not forsake his faithful ones. Psalm 37:23-28 December has me feeling all types of ways. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that this time last year, I was praying and praying for my grandmother to get healed of a weird disease ( her lungs were failing and she had water in her lungs and heart). I trusted God– my entire family did. But on December 5, she went to be with the Lord. I remember the moment my daddy called, I knew at once that he was bearing bad news. But I braced myself and …